Melissa Ingoldsby
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Jagged
jagged, I cut open my wall and I saw the emptiness inside the mirror. The mirror that made up society. The dead rat that was full of saw dust and full of trash, I saw hatred and they all had it for each other, they just wore masks, some hide it better than others but I don’t I am free I am free I am—-
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Scary story
he crosses his arms, he rolls his eyes, runs around, he’s never tired. He’s at the top of the residence building. He is deciding whether or not to steal. It’s an antique mirror worth hundreds of dollars. It is from an elderly woman his mother is friend’s with, he was working at the house to fix the shower head.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Invisible
“I heard… t-that if a ghost talks to you in a dream, be prepared to die,” I choked out at my dearly departed beloved. Her ghostly cries echo past her lips, time stands still yet moves quickly. “What about a kiss?” She whispers far away, yet the words hit my ear.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Eaten alive
Lisa, oh my darling sweet Lisa, Please don’t be upset, Please just let me expla—- “It’s a great story I’ll bet,” she whispers in a scathing, dark way. My spine hurts from constantly shivering, and her scowl turns into a dark grin. My heart is always pounding so loud like a jack hammer into my lungs yet somehow silent. If she hears it beating too loud, she’ll get angrier. I just got home a little late. I just wanted to take a relaxing drive. But that was too late. I was out of line. I parked the car wrong, too. Too many mistakes. The neighbor yelled about how I parked the car. She had enough.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, I’ll be leaving her by the time summer is over. Before Fall, way before the leaves change. My family is aware of her abuse, finally. I’ve been telling them of everything she’s done. It’s finally becoming a reality. I have been depressed for what seems like decades. I want to see you, talk to you, have tea with you.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, I truly appreciate your support in this, my dearest friend. I understand your frustration. I truly do. I only want for our friendship to go back to the way it was before too. I am working with my family to get away safely from her. I will keep you posted and let you know as soon as I can. I swear it. I’m so sorry you cannot relay to me everything as you usually have, this is a painful situation for you and I am angry —it makes me want to expedite it.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
